Chapter 670 Ch669 Divination, Knife, and Throat

Chapter 670 Ch.669 Divination, Knife and Throat

"This is the first time I have witnessed the divination ceremony of "destiny". "

After sitting down, Roland spoke first.

In fact, he did not notice any trace of the "secret" being used. In other words, the fortune teller's "prophecy" was actually nonsense.

To his surprise, the diviner confessed this.

"That's not real divination, Mr. Collins. For mortals, words are enough to satisfy them." His lips were thin and his tongue seemed a little stiff. He spoke with more than an accent, and each word was pressed heavily from the tip of his tongue. Slides off by weight.

This deep and slow way of speaking gives him an ancient, out-of-date temperament.

He nodded his five fingers and made a metallic sound on the black silk cloth - like a skinny long-legged spider, every move brought an uncomfortable sense of urgency.

"I'm afraid Mr. Lover doesn't think so...what should I call you?"

"Linus," the fortune teller smiled: "Tom Linus."

As he spoke, he put his fingers together against his chin, and his pair of full and cloudy eyes seemed to be dismantling the bones of the target he was looking at bit by bit, carefully picking out the tendons and veins, and grinding the flesh and blood carefully...

It's getting more and more uncomfortable.

But this discomfort seemed to only affect Roland.

Rose on the side was unaware and tapped the crystal ball twice with her nails: "Is the divination accurate?"

Linus didn't mind this not-so-polite interruption. He slowly picked up an expensive silk cloth and slowly wiped the crystal ball in front of him: "Divination and prophecy have only two possibilities: success and failure. Miss Shelley, in fate There is no word 'accurate' in this field."

Rose held her chin and waited for him to wipe it calmly: "So, if it is successful, it must be accurate? I heard that you can't divine for yourself?"

"'He who looks into destiny cannot control his own destiny' - indeed, Miss Shelley, we cannot divine for ourselves or those who follow the same path." He put down the rag and tapped his five fingers in sequence.

Click, click, click…

The crisp metallic sound seems to reach into the cochlea.

"So you two...what do you want to ask?"

He asked the question with a smile, and the two of them answered quickly, speaking almost at the same time.

Rose: "My future—"

Roland: "The Queen's weight——"

Quiet.

Rose:......

"Roland."

Roland put his legs away the next second he answered.

His leather shoes can no longer suffer any injustice.

"Mr. Collins, I'm just a lucky wanderer with a good friend - I don't have the guts to pull a trick on that guy... and it won't work."

Linus smiled and turned to Rose.

"...I have a friend, Mr. Linus," the girl realized her previous impulse, swallowed the words that were on her lips again, and pieced them together again: "I have a good friend."

she said.

"This friend is really picky and doesn't want to fall in love with a lovable man - Mr. Linus, can you tell me whether... he will..."

After a pause, he hesitated to speak: "There will be a few...several..."

The fortune teller put his hands on his chin, as if enjoying a particularly interesting new play: "Your friend? Miss Shelley?"

Rose pursed her lips and nodded with a 'hmm' sound.

"She loved a man."

"Um…"

"But I don't know how many people still love her, right? You want to ask how many 'enemies' she has, right?"

The girl who buttoned the tablecloth out of the small hole kept nodding: "That's right!"

A smile flashed in the eyes of the man with gray hair and gray eyes: "That's right, that's great, Miss, this is a very suitable question for divination——"

He looked at the expectant girl and spread his hands:

"But your friend must come in person."

Rose:......

"personally?"

"Personally. How could I perform divination on an unknown lady with no medium from an unknown distance away? If I really had such power, I probably wouldn't have met you here," Linus Playfully: "Of course, if."

"I mean, if the 'friend' in question is yourself..."

Rose frowned: "...just...ok?"

Linus nodded: "Okay."

The girl hesitated for a while and nodded: "Then, please predict tomorrow's weather for me..."

Roland: "Pfft."

Rose turned her head instantly, her eyes burning with annoyance: "Roland Collins!"

Roland turned his face and whispered into her ear: "No need for divination, I will tell you secretly when I get back..."

soon.

There were a few spiral-shaped ‘little stars’ on the trousers that Halida had ironed to be flat and straight.

"Tightened too hard, Rose."

"I'm going to screw you to death."

Linus quietly admired the flirting men and women in front of him, the corners of his mouth getting wider and wider...

certainly.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Divination still requires divination.

Ritualists on the path of "destiny" are rare to see, and Rose has to give it a try——

The problem is certainly no longer ‘the enemy’.

She asked a very common question that most people would ask.

Danger.

Divination was not beyond Rose's imagination - just like how mortals described it, using bone signs, or pendulums, or crystal balls. When Linus put his silver-ringed hand on the crystal ball, a strange power slowly emerged.

Then there's Rose.

Roland, and even some of the ritualists who started the "secret" early, all sensed it.

It is thinner and softer than the "secret" of ordinary ritualists.

If Roland described it as 'tentacles', Linus's was 'water flow'.

A dense fog visible to the naked eye soon rose from the transparent sphere.

then.

It condensed into a long and narrow sharp knife.

A sharp knife stabbed into the throat.

Rose couldn't see the face clearly, and for a moment, the blood in the crystal ball almost overflowed.

Kick...kick...

Linus tapped lightly, his foggy eyes filled with emotions.

He motioned for Rose to remove his palm.

"It's not good, is it?" Rose pursed her lips, "Blood and swords."

Linus studied it for a moment: "Lie."

he said.

The sharp knife that penetrated the throat, the pierced throat.

"It foreshadows a lie. Miss Shelley, the danger comes from a lie..."

Rose fell silent.

She obviously knew what kind of lies she had told recently, big and dangerous lies.

This made her feel even worse.

Not because of the danger, but because of the consequences of lies.

But now, it seems that she doesn't have much room to regret.

"Often the guidance given by fate is not easy for people to figure out the answer. The most superficial guesses are usually like the surface of the day."

Linus crossed his arms, extremely pleased with the result.

"I obtain the required influence through divination, and the blind flesh knows its tragic fate through ritual..."

"Miss Shelley, I have to remind you - it's best not to try to change the already destined ending."

Rose was dissatisfied: "Isn't the point of divination just to predict danger in advance?"

Linus smiled: "So, it's just a 'reminder'."